Post by ♫.Starredmyst on Nov 21, 2007 20:05:41 GMT -5
[shadow=472f17,left,300]Nightstreak[/shadow]
"Yeah, yeah
I betcha haven't heard a word I've said
Yeah, yeah
If you've had enough of all your tryin'
Just give up the state of mind you're in..."
~Sister Hazel, ‘Change Your Mind’
My#Name#Is
Name. Nightstreak
Warrior Name. Nightstreak
Nicknames. Night
Gender. Male
Age. Thirteen moons
Birth Clan. IvoryClan
Past Clans. none
Current Clan. IvoryClan
Rank. Warrior
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Look#At#Me
Build. Though not a large cat, Nightstreak is rather muscular; not much more than average, not enough to mark him as exceptionally strong or fast, but enough to give him an edge. Powerful legs and large paws give him the advantage he needs as a hunter.
Fur. Nightstreak's fur is a bit of an odd calico/tabby pattern; his chest and the bridge of his nose are white, but the rest of him is a mottled brown-tabby with orangish-tan/ginger mixed in. It's a bit odd, because the pattern's never been seen in his family before, but he's rather proud of it.
Eyes. Goldish green, darker on the rim and more yellow near the pupil.
Other. Nothing really...it's quite clear that Night is a healthy young cat, and should continue to be so for some time.
Personality. Nightstreak is a friendly, healthy young cat; in the prime of his young life and clearly aware of the fact. He's not as much a risk-taker as some of his friends, but he's not afraid to jump for the stars and catch the moon in failing. He can be a bit of a perfectionist and sets high standards for both himself and others. It's been clear since he was a young kit that he's a leader born and bred; he's not afraid to take charge and often does his best to give advice on a situation. It's a trait that easily borders on "control issues", but between his mother, cousin and friends, Nightstreak was well-brought-up and understands how to keep himself under control and not be too bossy. He's already looking at a high position for when he grows up -- who knows? Maybe even deputy.
Hobbies and talents. Night is a fairly good warrior, and enjoys hunting. He's good at getting to the heart of a situation and making snap decisions to fix it. He's been very well-brought-up and has good manners; although he can be a bit formal at times, even as an adult he can charm a cat. He will be very loyal to those he chooses as his friends (ancestors fear for his enemies!) and is extremely close to his family members.
Faults and dislikes. Nightstreak can be a bit blunt, and often makes comments that are easily taken as criticism. They usually are, but not in a nasty way -- he has an honest desire to make things better. He likes to be in charge of a situation and sometimes overdoes it. With his rather large paws, he tends to have "klutz days" where things just start out wrong and keep spinning that way.
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All#About#Me
Parents. Silversoul &Jetfur
Siblings. Viperfang, Bayfur
Teaching Me. Mothflight
My Proteges. None yet, of course ^-^
Closer than a friend. None
After me. Nope
Other Family. Starredmyst&kin[cousins]
Gone but unforgotten. Jetfur - died of whitecough
History.
Shortly before Nightpaw's birth:
"It's not often we see a stranger in our skies."
The voice was deep, sorrowful; the tom did not recognize it. It made him uneasy, that nonrecognition, underscored how out-of-place he was; in every StarClan he had visited, he had known the cats who spoke to him, who called out to him by blood.
These cats -- were not blood-kin.
Nightstreak bowed his head in recognition of the leader's words. "I am familiar with traveling the night, brother. By my children and my wandering, I have become a guardian of not one, but two Clans. This -- was only a few steps farther than my everyday travels."
He glanced, sidelong, up at the strange tom, who stood at the head of an unfamiliar starry legion. Black fur, outlined by stars -- nothing like Eveningstorm, or Nightstreak's own father, who his son took the likeness of, but with a resemblance nonetheless. He must have been eons older than the visiting tom, who was but a generation dead; his very soul breathed with an age which Nightstreak found entirely unfamiliar.
"I see. You are well-versed in knowledge, I understand. What brings this knowledge to our midst, distant kin of mine?"
"I --" Very much to his own surprise, the tom found his words sticking in his throat. He ducked his head. "I have heard word of your plight. I oft look to other Clans, you must see -- I have a wanderer's soul, one that never seems quieted by my life and death. I wish to aid you."
He felt the strange tom's surprise, and despite himself felt a twinge of pleasure to see the old leader so clearly taken aback. "So I see. How can you help a family who has lost word of its descendants, stranger? You know as well as I that starred warriors depend on their Clan's ears to give them any aid."
"I am -- aware of that. I have seen many, many scenes between the dead and the living, friend, and some of them..." His voice faltered. "You would be surprised by the strength of a willing soul. I have seen it. Please, stranger, grant me my wish. Let me -- live again, if you will."
There was an intake of breath from one of the other cats, not so much a true action -- for dead cats do not breathe -- but the impression of one. The old leader continued to meet Nightstreak's eyes levelly.
"This has not been done in a long time. I am not entirely certain it is possible."
"It is, with care. My -- daughter...granddaughter...has taken this same route. It was -- I am not entirely certain I can do it, myself, but I know how to free myself if the process fails."
"You will not retain any memory of your past life, Nightstreak."
"No. But I will still be the same cat -- I believe it is enough."
A long pause, as the old tom weighed his petitioner's words. He seemed to find them acceptable, and nodded slowly. Daring, the younger ancestor pressed one last word.
"I have passed through my Clanmates word of my doings, so that my kits, and their kits, may follow in my footsteps. My son, his family -- they have inherited my daring and desire for adventure. I have not barred them from coming after me."
Another pause, a little less comfortable, and the old tom closed his eyes, slowly. "You bring change and danger with you, brother. There is a she-cat, close to the leader, very close to kitting. Her son will come to resemble you very much as you are now. StarClan admire you for your audacity, Nightstreak."
[/i]"Yeah, yeah
I betcha haven't heard a word I've said
Yeah, yeah
If you've had enough of all your tryin'
Just give up the state of mind you're in..."
~Sister Hazel, ‘Change Your Mind’
My#Name#Is
Name. Nightstreak
Warrior Name. Nightstreak
Nicknames. Night
Gender. Male
Age. Thirteen moons
Birth Clan. IvoryClan
Past Clans. none
Current Clan. IvoryClan
Rank. Warrior
-.-.-.-
Look#At#Me
Build. Though not a large cat, Nightstreak is rather muscular; not much more than average, not enough to mark him as exceptionally strong or fast, but enough to give him an edge. Powerful legs and large paws give him the advantage he needs as a hunter.
Fur. Nightstreak's fur is a bit of an odd calico/tabby pattern; his chest and the bridge of his nose are white, but the rest of him is a mottled brown-tabby with orangish-tan/ginger mixed in. It's a bit odd, because the pattern's never been seen in his family before, but he's rather proud of it.
Eyes. Goldish green, darker on the rim and more yellow near the pupil.
Other. Nothing really...it's quite clear that Night is a healthy young cat, and should continue to be so for some time.
Personality. Nightstreak is a friendly, healthy young cat; in the prime of his young life and clearly aware of the fact. He's not as much a risk-taker as some of his friends, but he's not afraid to jump for the stars and catch the moon in failing. He can be a bit of a perfectionist and sets high standards for both himself and others. It's been clear since he was a young kit that he's a leader born and bred; he's not afraid to take charge and often does his best to give advice on a situation. It's a trait that easily borders on "control issues", but between his mother, cousin and friends, Nightstreak was well-brought-up and understands how to keep himself under control and not be too bossy. He's already looking at a high position for when he grows up -- who knows? Maybe even deputy.
Hobbies and talents. Night is a fairly good warrior, and enjoys hunting. He's good at getting to the heart of a situation and making snap decisions to fix it. He's been very well-brought-up and has good manners; although he can be a bit formal at times, even as an adult he can charm a cat. He will be very loyal to those he chooses as his friends (ancestors fear for his enemies!) and is extremely close to his family members.
Faults and dislikes. Nightstreak can be a bit blunt, and often makes comments that are easily taken as criticism. They usually are, but not in a nasty way -- he has an honest desire to make things better. He likes to be in charge of a situation and sometimes overdoes it. With his rather large paws, he tends to have "klutz days" where things just start out wrong and keep spinning that way.
-.-.-.-
All#About#Me
Parents. Silversoul &
Siblings. Viperfang, Bayfur
Teaching Me. Mothflight
My Proteges. None yet, of course ^-^
Closer than a friend. None
After me. Nope
Other Family. Starredmyst&kin[cousins]
Gone but unforgotten. Jetfur - died of whitecough
History.
Shortly before Nightpaw's birth:
"It's not often we see a stranger in our skies."
The voice was deep, sorrowful; the tom did not recognize it. It made him uneasy, that nonrecognition, underscored how out-of-place he was; in every StarClan he had visited, he had known the cats who spoke to him, who called out to him by blood.
These cats -- were not blood-kin.
Nightstreak bowed his head in recognition of the leader's words. "I am familiar with traveling the night, brother. By my children and my wandering, I have become a guardian of not one, but two Clans. This -- was only a few steps farther than my everyday travels."
He glanced, sidelong, up at the strange tom, who stood at the head of an unfamiliar starry legion. Black fur, outlined by stars -- nothing like Eveningstorm, or Nightstreak's own father, who his son took the likeness of, but with a resemblance nonetheless. He must have been eons older than the visiting tom, who was but a generation dead; his very soul breathed with an age which Nightstreak found entirely unfamiliar.
"I see. You are well-versed in knowledge, I understand. What brings this knowledge to our midst, distant kin of mine?"
"I --" Very much to his own surprise, the tom found his words sticking in his throat. He ducked his head. "I have heard word of your plight. I oft look to other Clans, you must see -- I have a wanderer's soul, one that never seems quieted by my life and death. I wish to aid you."
He felt the strange tom's surprise, and despite himself felt a twinge of pleasure to see the old leader so clearly taken aback. "So I see. How can you help a family who has lost word of its descendants, stranger? You know as well as I that starred warriors depend on their Clan's ears to give them any aid."
"I am -- aware of that. I have seen many, many scenes between the dead and the living, friend, and some of them..." His voice faltered. "You would be surprised by the strength of a willing soul. I have seen it. Please, stranger, grant me my wish. Let me -- live again, if you will."
There was an intake of breath from one of the other cats, not so much a true action -- for dead cats do not breathe -- but the impression of one. The old leader continued to meet Nightstreak's eyes levelly.
"This has not been done in a long time. I am not entirely certain it is possible."
"It is, with care. My -- daughter...granddaughter...has taken this same route. It was -- I am not entirely certain I can do it, myself, but I know how to free myself if the process fails."
"You will not retain any memory of your past life, Nightstreak."
"No. But I will still be the same cat -- I believe it is enough."
A long pause, as the old tom weighed his petitioner's words. He seemed to find them acceptable, and nodded slowly. Daring, the younger ancestor pressed one last word.
"I have passed through my Clanmates word of my doings, so that my kits, and their kits, may follow in my footsteps. My son, his family -- they have inherited my daring and desire for adventure. I have not barred them from coming after me."
Another pause, a little less comfortable, and the old tom closed his eyes, slowly. "You bring change and danger with you, brother. There is a she-cat, close to the leader, very close to kitting. Her son will come to resemble you very much as you are now. StarClan admire you for your audacity, Nightstreak."
Since then.
There was absolutely nothing strange about Nightstreak's birth; he has lived a fairly ordinary life. He is very close to his mother and his cousin, Starredmyst, who helps him very much in his mentoring as far as fighting is concerned; he is a bit pampered for his highish status, but works hard and tries his best to be a service to the Clan. Now, as trouble begins to stir, he's uncertain what the fuss is about but is prepared to do what it takes to bring himself and his family out of it whole and well.
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Pics
Mini graphic a la TnT
Mini graphic a la WxNSD
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In#Addendum
##;; Rubbish Cow
##;; Yah. Night is the first in an attempt to reawaken the line of some of my absolute favorite cats, the first I ever roleplayed. Yeah, he's got a bit of a mini-plot going -- but don't let it bother you. All it's going to do is make me picky about his kits and cause a few dazed-confused-deja-vu moments. =D
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A#Moment#In#Time
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